WIN! The Loved Ones Have Splendour Tickets For You

We have a splendid pair of tickets (with camping) to Splendour in the Grass to giveaway to a lucky reader for telling us a music festival horror story in just 25 words or less. All thanks to the scary new movie "The Loved Ones"... so, what's your story? ENTRIES CLOSE TONIGHT!

Maybe it's the intro to a larger horror moment, maybe it's a perfect music festival slasher death moment, or maybe you just lost your tickets at the gate. We're looking for the most creative concept for a music festival horror moment told in less than 25 words.

Bust out your entries in the comments and make sure you include a valid email address. We'll be getting in touch right away and need to pass on your phone and DOB details to Splendour on Friday, 16 July. If we can't get hold of you right away, we'll be passing the prize on to another lucky reader!

Here's the trailer for the new Aussie film, "The Loved Ones", which has a freaky 'Wolf Creek meets date movie' vibe:

And here's the story taster:

Brent (Xavier Samuel) never recovered from the car crash that killed his father: the crash that he was responsible for. His only solace is his loving girlfriend Holly (Victoria Thaine). But there's another girl who yearns to comfort Brent, the quietest girl in school, Lola (Robin McLeavy), and when he turns down her invitation to the end of year dance he enters a nightmare beyond imagining.

A terrifying series of events take place under the light of a mirrored disco ball, involving pink satin, glitter, syringes, nails and power drills. Brent must summon every ounce of will he possesses if he is to survive and prevent Lola and her father from extending their revenge to those he loves the most.

Entries close at 11.59pm, Wednesday, 14th July. Winner scores the two GA Event Camping tickets to Splendour in the Grass, valued at $463 each. The prize is tickets only. [T&Cs]

As the chemicals began to short-fuse her brain, the world began to change. What had once been a feel-good afternoon of easy listening and knee-bopping dancing was blurring into something much more sinister.

At first, everything was just a lucid blur: moving colours and after images. But they were blurring. Blurring into a rust-coloured, disorientating nightmare. She couldn't even see the stage now. The music was changing too. The innocuous 4/4 rhythm was getting faster and faster until it was so fast, it began to resemble the buzzing of some unholy swarm of flies.

As she struggled to make sense of her altered consciousness and surroundings, she felt a violent shove in her back. Before she could regain her footing, she was hit again from her side. Then from the other side. And again. Each push scratching her skin, sending shots of pain through her body from the wound.

It took all her strength just to focus her eyes, and what she saw terrified her enough to block out the pain of her ravaging. The crowd had been transformed too, or perhaps they had never truly been there. She was surrounded by a sea of foul, sub-humanoid creatures. They could not be described as an army, for they lacked the organisation of an army, but rather a seemingly endless expanse of writhing individuals. From what she could tell, they were hairless, with leathery skin like that from the wing of a bat. Their heads were almost human, but with long, protruding snouts and black, pupil-less eyes. Even with their hunched posture, they stood a foot taller than she did. She even managed to make out the long, claw-like nails that protruded from their hands. But anything more detailed could not be distinguished before she was forced to the ground.

The ground was ash, and burned her skin when she hit it. But there was no way for her to get up. She was the centre of the attention of the hive, surging en mass towards her. The scratching of her body became digging, and as she felt the last of her life ebb from her body, victim to the legion of demonic ghouls from a realm beyond the darkest recess of human existence, she thought "this is still better than that John Mayer concert I went to".

Big Day Out 2010. At the front of the mosh pit for girl talk, we got hosed down so i removed my soaking wet shirt. Later on sitting down outside my 'friends' ripped off my shorts. The rest of the day was spent in undies

Good Vibrations, 2008. It's the end of the night and I've just finished watching Kanye West. I've lost all my friends and my shirt, plus I have no cash and my phone battery is dead. Stumbling up to Oxford St, wearing nothing but board shorts and muddy shoes, I drunkingly begin asking random people if they have the same phone as me, in the hopes that they will let me swap batteries. Obviously, this didn't turn out very well. After having a gay guy throw a ciggie in my face, I gave in.

I sat in the gutter and cried, like a little bitch. No taxi would pick me up and I was bound to get arrested in a matter of minutes. Thankfully, a girl, who was probably even worse off than me, stumbles up to me, carrying broken heels. She tells me that she can't get a taxi and needs someone to walk her home to Bondi. I accept the offer, on the condition that she give me her jacket. She agrees.

I spend the next 2 hours walking to Bondi, wearing a girl's jacket. During our journey, she finds $40 on the ground. We both act like we just won the lottery. All of a sudden, the night wasn't so bad. She gave me the $40 as my taxi ride home in the morning. I'm thinking I might marry this girl.

I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I stumble out groggily, not knowing where I was or who I was with. Coyote Ugly pops out of the kitchen with a plate and tells me to sit down on the couch because it's "Goonies" time. WTF. Apparently, on the way home I'd told her I hadn't seen the Goonies, which in her world, was blasphemy.

Half way through the movie the girl's ex-boyfriend rocks up at the house, looking like a wrestler on crack. As he bangs on the front door I'm told to hide in the closet. He busts in the house looking for a stereo system that she stole from him. After he locates it, he proceeds to verbally abuse her and storms out of the house, like a cyclone.

I run out of the closet, pushing past Coyote Ugly on my way outside. I'm getting the hell out of dodge. In my rush to escape the crazy fest, I accidently sprint past the ex-boyfriend who was hovering outside. He sees me, shirtless and starts screaming. I hail down a taxi by waving the $40 like a mad man and thankfully, one stops to take me home.

After having nothing but two beers, we rock out in the mosh at the hottest part of the day. Drenched in sweat and feeling close to death and looking high, we buy three bottles of water each, and lay down for an hour. Five people asked us for if we were selling what we were taking. Brilliant.

I was really hepped up after seeing the chem bros at BDO back whenever, great show! Met up with lost friends during that long, long walk back to the car after and started comparing our takes on the show. My memory was patchy at best but... What clowns? What wavy rainbow lasers? What big fluoro coloured fluffy dancing bears?
The only thing I remember really clearly is trying to dance knee deep in discarded water bottles. I must have been close, but to this day I have no idea which act I actually saw.

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